how do i even begin

to describe what i smell?

in the mornings, i sometimes smell it.

it smells like peaches and toast in the summer.
and hope and coffee.
and an entire day laid out before you.
it smells like an exhale.
it smells like someone looking you in the eye when you are speaking.
it smells like love.
it smells like pink dishes and the promise of sunshine.
it smells like a blank page.
it smells like like a lovely pause.
and what a gift that i smell this and remember her, not only in june.